Veil removed

White beautiful lilies blossoming on a river of crimson blood, how on earth is that even possible I keep wondering as I walk away from the river banks. Back track a little bit to roughly an hour ago. It was a Saturday, and I decided to take a walk down to the cemetery. Where I could always find solitude and pick beautiful flowers. I mean dead people don’t talk or criticize you, right? It was getting suffocating in the house full of relatives and friends who came for the oldies(my parents) golden wedding anniversary.
I sneaked out the back door in my crazy jeans and my brothers shirt I illegally borrowed. My legs were encased in his brand new Nikes, oh shoot he’s gonna kill me if he finds out, which he would. I had stopped by the balcony glass doors to look at my reflection and knew I looked like a crazy hippie. With as many bangles, bracelets and neck pieces on my petite body, not to talk of the hundreds of hair jewelry in my shoulder length dreads. But I don’t care what people think, I love it.
So here I am walking away from the river of crimson blood (of course I know its blood, I could smell it). The sky looked a little too black and heavy but that won’t stop me from going to the cemetery. Deep in thought I almost passed the cemetery gate. I shook away my thoughts and forged ahead but stopped short just inside the gate. Was that what I was seeing? Today was a day for sights I tell you.
How on earth was what I just saw real?
Wolf dogs conducting a burial?
#cryptic #asbaywrites

My Dark moon

To think that I never thought I would be dying anytime soon. The voices of the hospital team trying to do whatever they were doing was just a distant buzz in my head. The pain like hot white fire going through my body was unbearable. I guess it’s ok to slip into the darkness waiting for me. How did I get here? One word, one person: love… Maurice.
Don’t get me wrong. Oh well maybe you should
Maurice is my all, my one addiction. I remember meeting My charmer on twitter. Few weeks of chatting and we met up. It was either love or lust at first sight. Coz dang the fireworks on that day was out of this world.
It didn’t take long for us to become as close and much in love as Romeo and Juliet.
If I was the chaotic earth, Maurice was my perfect moon of darkness swirling around me. I wanted him all, didn’t matter the darkness I could see. Mind you I was in denial.
I remember clearly my best friend telling me to be careful after asking around about him. Did I listen? Nope. Brushed it off as him being overprotective. I mean what did he know? He hadn’t really met my moon and gotten to know him.
Maurice was my drug, I needed him to survive. To really live. With him I was happy. About a month after we started dating, he fell into the hands of swindlers. Till today I can’t say what particularly happened but he turned up at my door one late night broken. I really didn’t ask questions, brought him in, cared for him and tried to soothe his ego. Couple of days turned to weeks and months. We were now living together.
In hindsight Maybe I shouldn’t have let that happen. Slowly he took over. First it was about what I ate, wore and minute other things. He was trying to make me better after all. Then he told me I had to let my few friends go, meet his friends and get to know them and their girlfriends. That was good for me right? I loved Maurice I should do what made him happy. And then the next thing I was handing over my ATM card and pin to him. Why? I didn’t want him to leave. He kept mentioning how he would have to leave to try and get back the money he lost. I didn’t want him to leave. How would I survive? What if he met someone else better than me?
You see at this point I was already fully dependent on him to live. Addicted beyond repair. There was this day he went to meet his friends and didn’t return till the next day. Wouldn’t pick his call or reply my texts. It was nerve racking. I couldn’t breathe well, my panic level was off range. Had he left me? It was my fault I didn’t try enough. I didn’t change me as he wanted me to change. No at this point I didn’t see it for what it was. That Maurice had slowly made me addicted to him. Made me think I was deficient, that I couldn’t survive without him. That no one would want me, he was doing me a favor by being with me. I was so grateful he could take me despite my inadequacy. It was ok if he talked about his exs  or the ladies throwing their selves at him but I dared not uter a word about another man.
Yes I pushed everyone and everything I once knew away. I lived and breathed everything Maurice. He was all that I needed.
Now as to why I am in the hospital with my body broken. I was getting to that part. After a while Maurice stayed out more and wouldn’t tell me where he was or who he was with. I tried, really tried to make myself perfect for him but it seemed it wasn’t enough. I knew it, I felt it and I was in denial. He had found someone else. I asked him and he said no I was crazy and imaging things. Trust me Maurice was a master emotional and mind manipulator. He had my reset button all pressed.
But I found out. You see Maurice had a little problem with drinking whenever he is with his friends. Getting pissed ass drunk and needing someone to get him home kind of drinking. One Friday night he had one of those situations and his friends had to help him home. Just as they were about leaving, Maurice was complaining of wanting them to have taken him to Esther’s place instead and not wherever the hell he was dumped. I froze. My name wasn’t even close to being mistaken for Esther.
Zainab and Esther couldn’t be mistaken for the same right? One of his friend looked at me and said he was drunk and that he didn’t know what he was saying. Yeah yeah it’s ok I know.
But it wasn’t ok. After they left, I asked questions and my dark moon who was high on drugs and alcohol gave me the answers I needed. Silent Cold fury was racing through me and he was oblivious. I don’t know what made me do it or maybe I do. He couldn’t leave me. How will I survive? If he didn’t want me again, he couldn’t have someone else.
So yes I stabbed the knive through his neck. Fitting as he was the one to tell me that was the best way to do it right while watching some crime scene shows. But then he was dead. What was I going to do with me? I couldn’t be without him. I had to jump. Why I couldn’t do that properly and die swiftly was just stupid of me. If Maurice was here he would have showed me how to jump properly.
And that is how I am here dying, Maurice dead and me still craving my one addiction. My dead dark moon

Random words!

Instructor: Miss would you like to tell us why you want to join our mixed martial arts class?
Miss P: Um well so yesterday I kinda tasered and pepper sprayed a guy.
*Gasps all around the dojo
Random guy: oh no! Are you OK? Did he hurt you?
Miss P: It’s alright, I’m fine.
Random lady: I guess he must have deserved it Miss P: Well I don’t know if he deserved it.
Instructor: uhm he must have done something to you right?
Miss P: No nothing. Anyway so, I decided that I liked it. You know; I liked the feeling of it. The taste of violence.  That’s why I want more. You guys are going to teach me more right?
*Puppy dog eyes at the rest of the class.
* Rest of the class have wide eyes and trepidations showing in their faces.

Death Hierarchy

Everybody dies at the end
But even in death there is hierarchy by these mortal minds.
The poor are buried on the edges, enclosing an invisible circle in the centre of the graveyard. Their tombstones are white plain tiles and their names are written on metal plagues.
The rich are buried in the centre, protected by the circle of the poor. Their tombstone are marbles and their names are written on golden plagues.
#cryptic #cynical #asbaywrites #lost

Your pyre

I will be fine. I will be good.
Can’t believe I let you waste my time believing you.
An act so great; I called myself the liar, coz ofcourse you couldn’t be.
But no it won’t happen no more.
Coz you are no more.
How could you die carelessly?
I should have been the one to draw the curtains on the final scene but you just had to didn’t you?
You are so cold.
One last act I will perform for you.
Warm up your theater, a funeral pyre like no other.

cryptic #cynical #asbaywrites

H

They thought they had him contained and yeah they did.
But they forgot he had little Hades inside him. Hades was smart and mad. Smart mad.
The sheets where supposedly harmless and the little sharp piece barely visible at the edge of the metal door was inconsequential.

Well thats making the mistake of not considering little Hades as a personality!!!
#cryptic #cynical

Random morning!

Peaceful silence enveloped the quaint town. The dark sky painted with streaks of oranges and yellow like a painter’s canvas. Early birds broke the silence with their happy chirping as they searched for yummy juicy worms for breakfast.

 Inside the yellow bungalow was a stiring on the king size bed. The husband fumbles with his phone on the bed side table to check the time. With a familiar groan, he turns around and smiles at the figure beside him. He’s wife’s natural beauty and innocent face never ceased to amaze him.

He lightly nudges her as he props himself up on an elbow. She murmers incoherently and turns to lie facedown with her face buried in the pillow. His smile grows bigger.



Husband: rise and shine sleepy head.



Wife: No



Husband: You have to get up, you know?



Wife: (mumbling into the pillow) I don’t want to.



Husband: You have kids waiting.



Wife: Can’T we sell them?



Husband: ( laughing) That’s an offense that might get us jailed.



Wife: Then we should ship them to space.



Husband: Too expensive.



Wife: true. We can leave them at a random person’s doorsteps.



Husband: (chuckling) Won’t work either. They take after you. They are smart and will just find  their way back home.



Wife: Arghhhhh…. who decided we needed to birth those cute lil monsters? (She groans as she turns around.



Husband: I believe that was your idea, my love.



Wife: Ah yes! I forget I am crazy.



Husband: My kind of crazy.(he leans over to give her a peck) Now get up, I promise to take you out for dinner.



Wife: Don’t like going out.



Husband: A new kick ass boot.



Wife: Tempting but nah.



Husband: How about I make you a giant cup of coffee, French toast and strawberries. I could hand feed you before the kids get up.



Wife suddenly sits up mumbling as she zombie walks to the bathroom mumbling coffee over and over again.

Husband laughs knowing he got her at coffee, he walks off to the kitchen. His wife’s antics never got old.

” Mmmm; The aroma is inviting, love the techniques you used, could see you were in your element.
Your plating is to die for.
Now the taste, tsk tsk that is lacking… the blend is not just right.  It doesn’t match up with the looks and aroma.
Come on Blue, don’t give me that angry bird look….
Uhm why you twirling that?
I think you should drop the knife.
You .. you can do better… ok ok ok you did great forgive my words.
Why are you coming closer?  Please let go of the knife Blue…. Oh shit , is that a knife in my my …. che..st?”

#cryptic #cynical #asbaywrites #lost

Slow dancing with death

We were slow dancing in the pitch darkness with nothing but her heartbeats and the silence as one music. My hands on her waist, her fluid movement the only guide to my leaden feet.
Sounds “CLICHE” doesn’t it?
Wrong!!!
It really should have been romantic if I didn’t still have her prior words still ringing in my head. Or if I didn’t know this was my last dance.
The invisible clock ticking loudly in my ear telling me only a few minutes to go. Precious few more minutes before I die a gory death by the hands of my beautiful psychotic killer slash dance partner!
#cryptic #cynical #asbaywrites #lost

Graveyards and Serenity

*Graveyards and serenity!*

I love dead people, always have. So quiet and undemanding. They keep your secrets and theirs. Not to talk of their home. I mean what could beat the serenity of a graveyard? If I was some sappy fool I might also be delighted about the flowers sprouting about and the gentle swishing of the trees standing as sentrys on the borders.
It was all as quiet as it should be, a good sign that things were as it should be. No stomping or sneaking about. Neither was a soul in sight at least not a living one. Just as I loved it.
Well survey done it’s time to get working. My green fingers where twitching to get to my babies.
Oh don’t get me wrong, am not the custodian of the graveyard. Am just a Gardener of some sorts……
#cryptic #cynical #asbaywrites #lost